I'm a Husky, So How Did I Become an Apocalyptic Calamity?

A year and a half after transmigrating, Lu Dashun still firmly believed the System had gone crazy. What did it mean, an extremely dangerous world? There was air conditioning, food delivery, smartphones, and grilled sausages everywhere. And what was this about getting random stat points every day? He was a husky. No matter how many points he got, he still couldn’t order takeout by himself. So Lu Dashun decided to lie flat. He spent his days accompanying Qingbao to work at kindergarten, then went home to sleep at night. Every so often, he sparred wits with Rui Bao the border collie, doing his best to keep up the image of “just an ordinary, clever dog.” That was, until calamity truly arrived. He sniffed out the heart of a domain that even the strongest couldn’t enter. Pollution that instruments couldn’t detect was blown away with a sneeze. Rules that the Calamity Suppression Bureau couldn’t contain were locked down with a nose print and some drool. At last, Lu Dashun realized that this world really was a little dangerous. But humanity discovered something even more dangerous: This dog seemed even less bound by reason than the calamities.